Truths

Some days I can be so incredibly inspired, and yet I am unable to take action on it. So I sit quietly and reflect on my world as it is. Words can't explain how I love the way the sky seems in turmoil, fighting away this spring snow storm; and I could take a million pictures of the same sky but most people would just see the gray and white, the green of the trees swaying rebelliously in the wind, and it wouldn't come close to showing anyone how it makes me feel. The quiet snores of my sweet Tule girl, a German Shorthair, softly bring consciousness to the serenity of my warm house. How I wish that I could be outside being washed in some warm, intoxicating spring sunshine, but instead I'm choosing to relish in this - the final stretch of poor weather before life blooms into the wide open days of summer.